Welcome to Canis Major

a wolf and animal rpg (role-playing game)

Canis is a writing community for play-by-post (forum-based), freeform roleplay set in a fictional dream world in the intrusion fantasy genre. Most characters on Canis are wolves; many play elements are focused around wolves and canids, but the world makes room for a large variety of other animal characters such as dogs, horses, cats, bears, deer, and many, many more.

Our community is focused on flexibility, creativity, and collaboration. That boils down to a few important features:

  • There is no set activity requirement to write
  • The setting and plot are member-created and staff-supported
  • The game is continuously improved to increase fun and decrease stress

Learn more in our Rulebook!

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Take Me Back to Eden

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01-03-2025, 12:39 AM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2025, 12:43 AM by Machiavelli. Edited 1 time in total.)
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some minor blood mention <3





It burned.

The kiss of the sun.
Skin branded and glowing hot with its embrace.

Gods, it burned.

Consciousness came all at once; the slap of life to the whelp now choking on scarlet and sand. His body ached, fireworks exploding behind his eyes with a pounding in his head to match.

A splattering like great swathes of poppies pooling around his head—how long had he been unconscious? A swipe of his paw revealed the source of the marring—gore dripping from his nose, his ears, trickling in rivulets to encrust once feather-soft curls.

Delirious.
Reborn in that grit.

He did not know how long he walked, be it mere steps or many miles— only that eventually there was water and shade. And with a body that felt as though it crackled and smoked, he disturbed the crystalline surface, embosomed save for his head in the chill.

Never before had he been so grateful for water.
Even as the darkness claimed him once more.

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#2
01-06-2025, 11:59 AM
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a crocodile did not forget its time of dominance within water. nor did khusobek forget his role as guardian of his royals. where they labored he walked; where they rested he stood sentinel. and where fellahin wandered, mazoi followed. his eyes were upon machiavelli, who had been rather unlike himself.

 "do you remember what last we spoke of?" asked the broad-shouldered brute asked as he came up near machiavelli and offered a smirk to the desert air.

 the other was not well, submerged and silent. only so far might the crocodile's gaiety take him, thick limbs sliding him into the water as if he were his namesake. blood smeared the side of machiavelli's head and his own sound of concern was almost a growl. "you should see tavina. she came through this with herbs, somehow. somehow."

 and where still were they?

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#3
01-07-2025, 02:15 AM (This post was last modified: 02-03-2025, 11:49 PM by Machiavelli. Edited 2 times in total.)
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Thank you for joining <3




  Blood gathered on the sun-scorched banks, seeping down into the spaces between grains—perhaps, the first brush of liquid the golden particles had ever felt. Next then, when the parched cracks were filled and could drink no more, it would run drop by drop to the water's edge. The bloom that unfurled there was imperfect, a trembling blush of pink against the glassy surface.

A voice. He could hear it faintly, as though someone called for him from some great distance.

  When he tried to open his eyes to see who it was—or where he was, the pain was so sharp, so immediate that he could not. He drew his paws around his head with a flinch so violent it sent a splash through the water.

  From beneath the trembling protection of his arms, he gathered the strength to try again. Slowly, the world bled into view—a kaleidoscope of shape and color so disjointed and blurred he may as well have been looking up from beneath the waves. One figure emerged from the mosaic, only slightly sharper than the rest: all ginger and clay and fire-like warmth against the blinding dunes. But it was the pops of icy blue that captured him, so stunning and unlike the rest that it was all that could be focused upon.

  He mumbled something, a garbled fragment rasping from a throat that felt as though it had been crushed. The sound was indecipherable, a failed attempt at coherence. Another effort, just as incomprehensible. And then, at last, a single word slipped free, hoarse and broken yet unmistakable.

"Who?"

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#4
01-17-2025, 03:25 PM
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"our doctor, tavina," came the stalwart grunt even as he stared down toward the beaten head of the creature which had been machiavelli. it was not only wounds; it was not only the general malaise and great weakness — he had no conception of who the crocodile was. this did not offend the brute, it worried him far more than he wished to experience.

 there was no move made to dissuade machiavelli from his nesting. khusobek let the waters settle easily around himself and the other before his voice sounded again. "we are safe here. but we have died," he said matter-of-factly. "the red kingdom perished and was reborn here, in the Land of Reeds."

 his voice was a gentle sound of wonder.

 "when you are able to rise, i will take you to her. at very least, she will help you to sleep, machiavelli. and in the absence of drink, sleep is what we have to comfort."

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#5
01-21-2025, 10:17 PM (This post was last modified: 02-03-2025, 11:47 PM by Machiavelli. Edited 1 time in total.)
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  The longer he looked, the more the figure came into focus; until finally, he could see clearly the handsome face and strong figure of the man before him. His gaze roved, half-dazed, over the strong lines of the man’s jaw, the shadows cast by his cheekbones, and the bulge of well-trained muscles beneath agouti fur.

  If later questioned, he might attribute it to brain damage, but The Prophet barely registered the other’s voice at first, his mind roaming unabashedly. That was until a particular word—perished—pierced through his imagination like an off-key note and jolted him back to reality.

  He studied the man's face more closely, hoping to find some evidence of jest but, unnervingly, found none. The Prophet’s expression contorted into the kind of look one might reserve for someone insisting that fish were mammals. After all, this seemed just as insane.

  He listened to the man with growing concern, eyes flicking nervously from the ruddy face to the surrounding area. A small chirp of strained laughter was forced from The Prophet's throat as he waited for further explanation.

None was given.

  If he had truly been kidnapped, as the scene seemed to suggest, what was the purpose of this ridiculous charade? Surely, if ransom were involved, this would be the moment to dangle threats and demands before him. Yet, no such assault came. Why speak of comfort? Was this some strange attempt at comradery?

And stranger still—despite his wounds, why wasn’t he afraid of this man?

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#6
01-24-2025, 10:49 AM
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"she is very good," khusobek muttered dryly; "your skepticism aside." what had happened to him? had some piece of spirit loss affected machiavelli during their portaling here? "what do you remember of akashingo? your name is machiavelli. you are a treasured fellahin of akashingo, and you served the hebsut eset during her time as head of the cenote palace muat-riya."

 as he spoke, he studied the other man, his woundings no detraction from the opalite beauty which had always belonged to that face and figure. khusobek knew himself to be a fool, to be so insistent that machiavelli remember. but seeing this reflection of odd mortality moved the crocodile in many ways.

 this was not something he himself wished to confront. "there are priests here also. perhaps — they may find what part of you has gone away, rebind it to your mind." he rambled now, words flowing as worry mounted. "we drank together in my chambers and spoke of — well. now it does not matter. do you not remember?"

 earnest his icewater eyes.

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02-03-2025, 11:45 PM (This post was last modified: 02-03-2025, 11:48 PM by Machiavelli. Edited 1 time in total.)
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Would you be alright with future dating this by around a week or two? <3


  A handsome face could only excuse a poor trick by so much, and this man seemed intent on pushing The Prophet's patience.

  “Drink with you in your chamber?” He repeated incredulously, a shock running through him. His brow arched as held the other's gaze, skin flushed and hot despite the pool's chill.

  He stood, legs trembling like a newborn fawn as water poured from him in glittering streams. “You have me confused with some other man,” he replied tersely, bristling as he looked down his nose at the captain.

  “Now, if you'll excuse me—” he tossed his fair head, turning away from the man, “—I need to get home.” But which way was home? The Prophet had no clue, only that he wanted very much to be away from this place.

So he picked a direction and began to walk.

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